Chapter 5
THICK THIGHS SAVE LIVES
brIDGER
Thick thighs might save lives, but April’s were about to kill me. If she didn’t come in the next seven seconds, I was a dead man. Because I’d rather die than come before she did.
Sex had never in my life been this good. And I’d had a lot of sex. Being a star football player from early on, I’d never even had to chase women. But, if whatever the hell I’d been doing with every other woman before this was sex, I’d been doing it dead ass wrong.
I always made sure my partners were well taken care of, because there was nothing sexier than a woman coming on my dick when I told her too. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the pure bliss of April on top of me, her cunt squeezing my cock, teetering on the edge of exploding.
“April.” Her name was nothing more than a growl coming out of my soul. “Come for me. Come all over my cock, right the fuck now.”
“Beg me, Bridger. Beg me to come on your cock. I need it,” she moaned out the words, whimpered her own plea. Her pussy tightened around my cock, pulsing around me.
Never in my life had I begged a woman for anything. But fuck, if that’s what she needed to come, that’s what I was going to give her. This goddess of a woman literally taking her pleasure from me, demanding it, had me half a breath away from falling in love with her.
I sat up, wrapped one arm around her ass so she didn’t move off my lap, and shoved the other one into her hair.
I gripped her pretty waves in my fist and tilted her head back, making her arch into me.
With the last of my will power, I pressed my lips to her ear and growled my plea and my demand. “Please, April. Come for me now.”
She ground against me one last time, and a full-body shudder rolled across her.
Every muscle in her body clenched before she cried out.
She grasped onto my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin as she finally exploded, her pussy clenching around me, taking me with her into the utter bliss of coming together.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching every pulse of her pleasure dragging the longest fucking orgasm out of me. The only thing that would have made this any better was if I’d been bare inside of her, spilling myself deep, marking her as my own.
A rush of tingles swept from my chest, spreading out in all directions. The idea of filling her with my seed, making babies with her, watching her belly grow with my children, stole my breath away.
I wanted that. And even the thought should have scared the shit out of me. But it didn’t.
April’s head dropped to my shoulder, and her harsh, fast breaths matched mine. I cradled her head, not willing to unthread my fingers from her hair just yet. I was cementing this scene, this feeling, her scent, everything, in my mind, because I knew it was going to be a pivotal moment in my life.
I was never letting April go.
I’d learned to trust my gut. It was how I’d chosen which school to play ball for and gone on to win every award a defensive player could while I was there.
My gut told me to buy this piece of the Bear Claw, build a cabin, and start my own charity for pets rescued from natural disasters.
My gut helped me become Defensive Rookie of the Year after being second draft pick and playing for the Texas Stars.
It was also how I knew the Stars was no longer the place for me.
People thought I was careful with my decisions, but I just listened to my gut and followed it religiously. It had never steered me wrong.
And my gut... my heart said April was the one.
She gave a little hum of satisfaction and stretched, arching her back, pressing her tits into my chest. I lifted her head and gave her a deep kiss, claiming her mouth once again. When we broke apart, she was glassy-eyed and smiling.
“That was... I... you were...” She tipped her head to the side and blinked at me through her dark lashes. “I think you fucked my brains out. Words are hard now.”
That wasn’t the only thing hard. I was still inside of her, barely down from our first round, and I was getting hard for her all over again. “You were the one fucking me. But I’ll be happy to return the favor.”
She gave a sweet laugh that turned into a groan as I laid her back and finally pulled out of her still-tight pussy. I disposed of the condom and realized I’d have to get up to find another one. For the time being, I wasn’t going anywhere.
Besides, I still wanted to have her coming on my tongue, and my fingers, and—
Bear let out a deep bark, followed by a soft, whiny cry for attention. April squealed and then giggled. “Oh, gah, that almost scared the pee out of me. I maybe forgot you had a dog... bear...enormous fuzzy ball of fur.”
“You’re frightened by my dog, but not me.” It wasn’t a question. Not once had she backed away, backed down, or anything else. It was one of the things that had me falling for her. She was a tough cookie. Even if she was a city slicker.
She reached up and booped my nose. Booped. “You’re not scary. He’s not either. He just startled me, because I was so into you, I forgot he existed. Bear is cute, but also, could probably eat me. I like living on the edge that way.”
It took me a minute to recover from the nose booping before I could respond. “I’m not scary?”
Honestly, when was the last time I’d met anyone who wasn’t a little bit scared of me? Came with the territory of being six-five and almost three hundred pounds of mostly muscle. Not to mention being named the football league’s meanest player.
“Maybe if I was a quarterback you were sacking. You’d probably scare the bejeesus out of me.”
I wanted to make a joke about sacking her. But I was a bit too stunned.
“You know who I am?” She was from Texas, and I had been playing ball there for the last four years. It made sense that she knew I was. My brain screamed ‘ball bunny’ but my gut said she was something so much more.
“Yeah. I grew up in a bit of a sports family.” She smiled just a little shyly, but I didn’t think it was over my fame, but because she was talking about her family.
That had me curious. “My dad’s been following your career since you played at Nebraska.
No one else has ever won the Bronko Nagurski Trophy, the Chuck Bednarik Award, the Lombardi Award, the Outland Trophy, and AP’s Football Player of the Year, like you did. ”
Okay, normal city slicker women didn’t even know the difference between offensive and defensive players, much less the names of the college football awards. “Uh, who’s your dad, April?”
“Oh, yeah, umm, he’s Hunter De la Reine.”
Oh shit. Only sports’ most powerful, well-known agent. Which made April his protege daughter. “Huh. I guess, well, I know who you are now too.”
She shrugged and tried to pull away, but I didn’t let her. I held her tight and cupped her chin. “Doesn’t change anything, sweetheart. So I’m famous, and you’re rich and famous. I still want to fuck your brains out. And not because of your father or anything else.”
She finally met my eyes, and there was relief and something else I was hoping for shining in them. “Umm, I know what kind of contract you have. You’re rich too.”
“And what if I told you, I was ready to throw it all away? Would you care?” I already knew the answer. April had told her old man to fuck off when he’d tried to corner her into taking over his agency when he retired. She understood the merit of following your own dreams instead of someone else’s.
“No.” She waggled one eyebrow at my lower half. “It’d be a shame never to see your ass in those tight football pants ever again, but I’d never tell anyone not to be who and what they want for themselves. Plenty of people have thought they could do that to me, and it stinks.”
“Okay then. If that part is out of the way, we can spend the rest of this storm getting to know each other. And I very much want to know everything about you.”
“You just want to get in my pants again.” She laughed, but I recognized a test when I saw one.
That was fine. Just because I’d fallen head over heels in three seconds flat, didn’t mean she had.
“I do. But I want a lot more from you. There’s something special between us, and it’s not just the sex.
I like you. A lot.” I knew better than to scare her away by saying anything more than that.
If it took me the rest of my life, I was going to convince this girl to marry me and have my babies. Lots and lots of babies.
She didn’t immediately respond to that, and I was going to give her a minute to process what I was saying.
Fuck, I hoped she wanted kids. I didn’t even realize I wanted any until I imagined little blue-eyed mini versions of April running around with a whole herd of big, fluffy dogs.
Better start with the dogs. I turned back toward the kitchen, looking for Bear. He’d probably curled back up by the water heater. “Bear, come here boy. Come have a proper intro to our guest, buddy.”
No fluffy head or wagging tail popped out. Weird. Where did he go? “Bear?”
A big snuffle and groan like he was put upon that I was calling him sounded from behind April.
He was laying on her other side, not three feet from the fireplace, calm and as comfy as could be.
I gently stroked him in that soft spot between his eyes.
“When did you sneak over there, you big fluffball?”
Spoke to how completely focused on April I was and my imagining of our future life together. “I think I’m not the only one who likes you. He’s never been this close to the fireplace in his life. He’s scared of it.”
“I like him too.” She ran her fingers over his head and gave him a scritch behind his ear. “Why is he scared of the fireplace? He seems pretty fine with it now.”
“He was caught up in a forest fire here in Colorado when he was a puppy. We have them pretty much every summer. Poor guy was a wreck. Patches of fur burned away, smoke inhalation.”
“You rescued him?” She looked up at me like I was some kind of knight in shining armor. I was just a guy with a soft spot for animals. Especially ones in need.
“Yeah. He stays with my folks up here during the season.” Wouldn’t be fair to have him down in Texas when I’m on the road all the time.
But if I moved back to Colorado, he’d be by my side a lot more than just my bye-weeks.
“I just picked him up from them this morning. Gotta have my guy by my side for the big shindig this weekend.”
“Shindig?” Both April and Bear gave me that what-are-you-talking-about head tilt. These two were made for each other.
“Yeah. Our holiday Cause for Paws.” We did fundraising like this a couple of times a year, but the holiday one always brought in the most money.
Probably because I made a bunch of professional athletes donate time or money or prizes.
Being scary had its advantages. “There’s a 5K where everyone brings their dogs, then we do a big cookout and a party over at the ski resort.
There’s a silent auction, and we raise a bunch of money for local shelters and make funds available specially to take care of pets that have been affected by natural disasters. ”
“That’s... very cool. But won’t you have to cancel?” She waved an arm at the window.
“This is Bear Claw Valley, doll. We love a little snow.” The ski resort on the other side of the hill was likely doing a happy dance for all the fresh powder they were getting.
“Little?” She shook her head at me, and Bear gave a little woof in solidarity.
“What? Everything is little compared to me.” Except April. She and I fit together exactly right.
“You got me there.” She winked and let out a chuckle that made my heart do flips in my chest. “I guess everything is small when you’re as big as a bear.”
“You’ll go with me to the Cause for Paws stuff tomorrow, won’t you?”
“I’ll have to cheer you and Bear on from the finish line of the 5K, because, you know, fancy high-heeled boots. But yeah, it all sounds like fun, and I’m always down for a good cause.”
Here goes nothing... or everything. “And after that?”
She turned in my arms, and this time she was the one who pushed her hands into my hair. “I don’t know, but,” she brushed her lips across mine, pulling away too fast to let me kiss her as I wanted, “I like you, too, Bridger. Even if you’re the absolute worst at begging.”
I was ready to beg her to stay with me forever. “I think it’s probably going to take a long time for you to teach me that particular skill, sweetheart.”
“Then you’d better hope it keeps snowing. Too bad we didn’t bring my suitcase. I’m fairly sure I packed my fuzzy handcuffs. Oh, wait. Do you have any duct tape?”